Who's That Woman?

Who's that woman? I know her well,
All decked out head to toe.
She lives life like a carousel:
Beau after beau after beau.
Nightly, daily,
Always laughing gaily,
Seems I see her everywhere I go.
Oh--
Who's that woman?
I know I know that woman,
So clever, but ever so sad.
Love, she said, was a fad.
The kind of love that she couldn't make fun of
She'd have none of.
Who's that woman.
That cheery, weary woman
Who's dressing for yet one more spree?
Each day I see her pass
In my looking-glass--
Lord, Lord, Lord, that woman is me!
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who's the saddest gal in town?
Who's been riding for a fall?
Whose Lothario let her down?
Mirror, mirror, answer me:
Who is she who plays the clown?
Is she out each night till three?
Does she laugh with too much glee?
On reflection, she'd agree.
Mirror, mirror,
Mirror, mirror,
Mirror; mirror...

Who's that woman? (Mirror, mirror)
I mean I've seen that woman (on the wall)
Who's joking but choking (Who's the saddest gal in town?)
Back tears.
All those glittering years (Who's been riding for a fall?)
She thought that
Love was a matter of "Hi, there!"
"Kiss me!" "Bye, there!"
Who's that woman? (Mirror, mirror)
That cheery, weary woman, (answer me.)
Who's dressing for yet one (Who is she?)
more spree? (Who plays the clown?)
The vision's getting blurred.
Isn't that absurd?

Lord. Lord. Lord!
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord!
That woman is me.
Mirror, mirror!
That woman is me.
Mirror, mirror!
That woman is me!
Mirror, mirror! Mirror!